Mallow, it's the story of a candy flower that explodes in the infinite sweetness of a purple powder. A temperamental-fluffy scent. A peculiar contradiction. The real illusion of a counterintuitive harmonic vision. An incessant olfactory piece to our ears, eyes, mouths and fingers. Because Mallow doesn't feel. He listens, he sees himself, he drinks himself and he touches himself. Like so many ultra-ephemeral pepper grains, this fragrance is dangerously inspired by your most sensual shadows. Updated by the heliotrope and the most secret orange blossom, the violets will come to surround your neck and wrists to the absolute.
The score is written. You're up.
